Would Jesus have the sin - ner die? Why hangs He then 9:3 671 For-give them, Fa-ther, on yonder tree? for you and me; O for-give! They know not that by Me they live. 413. L. M. 6 lines. 1. WEARY of wandering from my God, Yet not in hopeless grief I mourn; A Friend before the throne of love. Open Thine arms, and take me in! 3. Thou know'st the way to bring me back, My fallen spirit to restore; O, for Thy truth and mercy's sake, 414. L. M. 6 lines. C. WESLEY. 1. LOOSED from my God, and far removed, 2. Selfish pursuits, and nature's maze, The things of sense, for Thee I leave: Confirm and keep my longing heart; MORAVIAN. 415. L. M. 6 lines. 1. O LOVE, of pure and heavenly birth! 2. Whence comes it, that, your power the same As His on high, from whom you came, Or heart, that makes you welcome here? 3. Then let the price be what it may, MADAME GUION. 3. 'Tis mercy all, that Thou hast brought 4. Is there a thing beneath the sun That strives with thee my heart to share? Ah, tear it thence, and reign alone, The Lord of every motion there; When it hath found repose in Thee. 5. O Love, Thy sov'reign aid impart, To save me from low-thoughted care; Chase this self-will through all my heart, Through all its latent mazes there; Make me Thy duteous child, that I, Ceaseless, may Abba, Father, cry. 417. L. M. 6 lines. J. WESLEY. 1. SAVIOUR of all, what hast Thou done? 2. Pardon, and grace, and heaven to buy, 3. Thou didst the meek example leave, That I might in Thy footsteps tread; Might like the Man of Sorrows grieve, And groan, and bow with Thee my head: Thy dying in my body bear, And all Thy state of suff'ring share. G. WESLEY. 418. L M. 6 lines. [shined; 1. I THANK thee, uncreated Sun, Still to press forward in Thy way; Thee will I love, my Lord, my God; Or smile, Thy sceptre or Thy rod. J. WESLEY. 419. L. M. 6 lines. 1. AROUND Bethesda's healing wave, Which with its healing waters went. 3. Saviour! Thy love is still the same As when that healing word was spoke; 420. L. M. BARTON. 1. HEALTH of the weak, to make them strong! 2. Lord of the patriarchs gone before! 3. Lead me, O Spirit, to the Son, To taste and feel what He has done; 4. To speak, and think, and will, and move, And love, as Thou wouldst have me love: O, look upon this bended knee, And hear my heart's own litany! LYRA CATH. 9 Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed, And make this last re-solve: 421. C. M. 2. I'll go to Jesus, though my sin Hath like a mountain rose; I know His courts, I'll enter in, 3. Prostrate I'll lie before His throne, 4. Perhaps He will admit my plea, 5. I can but perish if I go; For if I stay away, I know 422. C. M. 1. WHAT shall I render to my God For all His kindness shown? My feet shall visit Thine abode, My songs address Thy throne. JONES. 2. Among the saints that fill Thy house, 3. How much is mercy Thy delight, 4. How happy all Thy servants are 2. Servant of all, to toil for man 3. Thy bright example I pursue, 1. Careless, through outward cares I go, My hands are but engaged below, 5. Oh! when wilt Thou, my Life, appear! ""T is done, the work Thou gav'st me here, ""T is finished, Lord!" and fly. MORAVIAN. 424. C. M. 1. THOU, O my Jesus, Thou didst me Upon the cross embrace; For me didst bear the nails and spear, 2. And griefs and torments numberless, And sweat of agony, Yea, death itself; and all for one 3. Then, why, O blessed Jesus Christ, 4. Not with the hope of gaining aught, Not seeking a reward; But as Thyself hast loved me, 5. E'en so I love Thee, and will love, 1. LET worldly minds the world pursue; It has no charms for me; Once I admired its trifles, too, But grace has set me free. 2. Its pleasures now no longer please, Far from my heart be joys like these, 3. As by the light of opening day 4. Creatures no more divide my choice; I bid them all depart; His name, and love, and gracious voice BROWN. C. M. From the PSALMODIST. 4 4 1. Sweet was the time, when first I felt The Sa-viour's pardoning blood. ): 4 4 Applied to cleanse my soul from guilt, And bring me home to God. 430. C. M. 1. SWEET was the time when first I felt 2. Soon as the morn the light revealed, 3. In prayer, my soul drew near the Lord, And saw His glory shine; And when I read His holy word, 4. Now when the evening shade prevails, 5. Rise, Saviour! help me to prevail, I know Thy mercy can not fail, 431. C. M. NEWTON. 1. THE winds were howling o'er the deep, 2. The inadman in a tomb had made 1. DEAR Saviour, when my thoughts recall The wonders of Thy grace, Low at Thy feet ashamed, I fall, And hide this wretched face. 2. Shall love like Thine be thus repaid? By earth's low cares so oft betrayed, 3. But He, for His own mercy's sake, He bids the mourning heart partake 4. Oh, while I breathe to Thee, my Lord, 5. Then shall the mourner at Thy feet, Rejoice to seek Thy face; And grateful, own how kind, how sweet, MRS. STEELE. |